Saturday, September 19, 2015

The Old Craft

I am a being of immemorial light and endless possibilities, am I not?

What I think and want from whatever falls unto my senses, shall be so. An old cross, a dark sky, and a whole saga to bear… 

My stories are as old as my luminous being, cast down to this mundane realm by mischief, they shall survive and thrive, at the precipice of every evening tide ...

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Lost in the Moment II

Give me access to the infinite skies of primal chaos and I will find myself a creeping, desolate world of nightmarish yearning…

Where darkness is a swirling mass of potent life force, churning in isolation and silence, lying in wait for the imminent days of destruction…in constant muttering of cataclysmic mantras

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Sunday, September 13, 2015

The Real Panacea

The real answer to the problem of banality is, ultimately, our mortality.

As my favorite Danish musicians so aptly put it, no medicine is as potent as death.

So bring that gun to the chin, when the banality of a prosperous or poverty stricken life comes calling….

All your problems solved, in an instant. Guaranteed

Take your loved ones along, and be faithful to the very end

Friday, September 11, 2015


The key to public control is a fine balance of persuasion and coercion, a sense of freedom and an omnipresent surveillance, free speech and propaganda, with the latter supplanting the ineffectiveness of the former, whenever necessary.

Carrots and sticks…Criticism and entrapment….Shamanic meditation and sacrificial ritual 

The only truth is the lies drowning in the brainwashed hippie’s bong pipe….and the blood soaked tips of my blades

Thursday, September 10, 2015


I am the flaming vengeance of the undead hatred, frothing for pay back, in the name of my self-righteousness, and perpetual chaos.

I am the dark star reborn, from the glowing pits of hell’s embers, bursting at the seams with relentless misanthropy, to exact judgment on your filthy deeds…. 

Thursday, August 20, 2015


Let’s trade, shall we?

A share of my hunting soundtrack mix-tape, for a piece of your soul.

Who knows, you might learn to enjoy hunting too

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

O Labyrinths

O Borges, is this Thee labyrinth, Thine palace of immortals, so splendidly hidden, in the dark, icy depths of Ultima Thule?

Monday, August 3, 2015


The night feels a bit ‘Lemurian’-like, this particular evening, for some unknown and unforeseen reasons. Leaving one wound up in an enigma, almost as depressing as that place Borges depicted in the 60s….

“A labyrinth is a structure compounded to confuse men; its architecture, rich in symmetries, is subordinated to that end. In the palace I imperfectly explored, the architecture lacked any such finality. It abounded in dead-end corridors, high unattainable windows, portentous doors which led to a cell or pit, incredible inverted stairways whose steps and balustrades hung downwards. Other stairways, clinging airily to the side of a monumental wall, would die without leading anywhere, after making two or three turns in the lofty darkness of the cupolas. I do not know if all the examples I have enumerated are literal; I know that for many years they infested my nightmares; I am no longer able to know if such and such a detail is a transcription of reality or of the forms which unhinged my nights”

Jorge Luis Borges – Labyrinths / The Immortal

Thursday, July 30, 2015


I think I just had an epiphany.

How are you supposed to tolerate the blatant, mediocre hypocrisy that is other’s life? What is the purpose of all this floating mass of ignorance, bigotry, pretentiousness, and rotting norms, that spins around and around each and every one of us? 

The answer is simple enough. As simple as the pile of mundane ashes on our future urns

We are here for fertilizers. 

So, yes, tolerate the shit, because we’re all heading to the same dirt. 

Or, perhaps not. 

Maybe it’s better to satisfy our hate while we’re still able to enjoy the bloodlust.